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[throughbamboo]

[glances over at him]

Yeah?

There's other stuff, but I don't think I could put into words, s'just . . . it ain't as simple as just clickin'.

[doggonemad]

Right. I get this . . . I dunno, feelin' in my chest. An' it ain't fuckin' butterflies or schmoopy shit 'fore ya go an' get all cute on me.

[throughbamboo]

. . . nah, I think I know what ya mean.

[doggonemad]

Lately, I've been thinkin' . . . I dunno. What the hell does my body know that I don't?

[throughbamboo]

S'a good question. [he tilts his head] Ya mean with the feelin' in your chest?

[doggonemad]

[ that's part of it. ]

Yeah.

[throughbamboo]

. . . ain't like when yer body's reactin' to how ya feel, is it? Like when ya get so excited your stomach hurts?

[doggonemad]

Don't think so. Not exactly.

[throughbamboo]

Then . . . ?

[doggonemad]

I dunno.

[throughbamboo]

[nods a little]

Think I still get it. Just dunno how to say it.

[doggonemad]

[ sighhhhs. ]

S'like . . . there was a hole in me. An' it's gettin' filled.

[throughbamboo]

[oh.

That's both not what he was expecting but also . . . ]

Really?

[doggonemad]

Yeah.

[throughbamboo]

[he considers that for a moment.

. . .]

S'a good way to put it.

[doggonemad]

Ya get it, right?

[throughbamboo]

[the corner of his mouth lifts]

I get it. That's a lot like the feelin' I couldn't describe.

[doggonemad]

Okay. Cool. 'Cause I couldn't quite explain it 'til now.

[throughbamboo]

[dips his head a bit]

Said it better'n I could.

[doggonemad]

Like. I dunno. Seein' ya is just . . . good.

[throughbamboo]

Makes me happy.

[. . . shifting closer]

[doggonemad]

[ meets him halfway. ]

[throughbamboo]

[oh good, that makes it easier to lean down to kiss him]

[doggonemad]

[ leans up, practically melting into it. ]

[throughbamboo]

[lifts a hand to press against his cheek.

It's a soft kiss, but there isn't anything chaste about it]